“Angels” – Robbie Williams, 1997
Life I: It’s been busy. More on it later. I’ve been starting to finalize this one-quarter-done draft about the gig last week, while I was on the train to Paris for another gig on Monday. WiFi on the train sucked and we arrived in Paris with almost one hour delay. One careless bus-driver and a busy, under-staffed reception later I’m finally in my apartment, ate my packed lunch/tea (sandwiches) and was able to wind down a bit.
Fangirling: These past few weeks / months I have mentioned a few times how I can relate to some of what Robbie Williams is singing and these past few years has been talking about. Anxiety, lack of self-worth, worrying, self-sabotaging and all that comes with it. In regards to the “what he’s singing about” there needs to be an amendment though. A few days ago I watched a clip about the, let’s call it, business relationship between professional songwriters and singers. It’s not necessarily a close relationship, from that clip it felt a bit like a pick and mix buffet, from both sides. To some extent it was quite eye-opening. I for instance didn’t know or maybe have forgotten about it, that a singer gets a songwriting credit even if they just change one word of the lyrics. A tiny bit disillusioning, maybe. Anyway, I still like to believe that even Robbie has either contributed more than the occasional word to the songs that make him so relatable to me. Or at least still like to believe that he picked those songs for a reason, as in that he related to the words as well.
Anyway, the evening started with the Lottery Winners, who did a good job of warming up the crowd, as I knew they would.
From a neutral point of view I worry that a few in the crowd might have thought that Thom was a bit “much”. ADHD personality and all. I like it and I’m used to it, but others…? I don’t know. I liked their set and had a good time. And Thom was back with Robbie mid-show on the C stage. More on that later.
So, Robbie Williams: As I could have expected and as I did in fact expect, this was one BIG production. The images / material on the main screen behind the stage changed quite often, but as my seat was in the upper tier close to the stage, I didn’t see much of it. There was a good sized band, two or three female backup singers, eight or more mostly female, I think, backup dancers. Those dancers changed their outfit every other song or so, along with different props and set up scenery. Like I said: big. Not the kind of show I usually go to, maybe because it often enough feels staged to rigidly. Not staged in a phony way, but in “a every word and step was the same each night”, which it has to be at a show at this level I guess. And it was a good show.
Robbie himself was quite chatty – though again, I’d like to see if he’s doing the same bits word for word each night of if he mixes it up. Definitely chattier and definitely more outgoing than I remember him from a gig in the mid-2000. 20 years ago! Anyone who followed his career and life over the decades will understand why: Mental health wise he is in a much better place now and he openly talks about that and his struggles and his journey to this state of mind as well. Let’s call the evening a public therapy session with Robbie Williams and I was more than ok with that. I probably could relate to that so well, because I have been on a similar journey myself to a happier and healthier me these past few years.
Funnily enough Robbie also did a bit I knew quite well from Frank Turner. Have they been talking? I’m kidding. But after the first two songs (the new single “Rocket” and of course “Let Me Entertain You”) he talked about how the night is supposed to lift the weight of the world for a bit and how this only works when we – him on stage and us the audience – work together and make that happen and that he can’t do this on his own. I’m a sucker for those kind of statements, because it’s true.
“And so the story starts” he said kneeling down to sing…
“I’ve sung some songs that were lame, I’ve slept with girls on the game…”
The setlist was well curated to sort of tell us about Robbie’s life over the past few decades and that narrative arc worked well for me. Mid-show or so we even saw 51 year old Robbie having a conversation with an AI generated teenage Robbie: “You’re on a stadium stage, singing your own songs? NO WAY!” Gimmicky, yes, but quite adorable, I thought.
It also made me ponder, what it must do to a person’s psyche to grow up in the public eye the way he did. How much we all (think we) knew about him and his fuck-ups. And because it mostly took place in the 21st century it’s still all available on some corner of the digital archive we call the internet. I would not want anyone be able to publicly look back on my life over these past four decades, let’s put it that way.
As mentioned above Thom and his acoustic guitar joined him for a medley of older and a bit lesser know songs on the C-stage. With a big wink, Robbie dissed the audience for only knowing half of the lyrics of these rarer songs. “There is more to the chorus than those first few lines. Man, you really have forgotten about me, have you?”
When Thom played the first chords of “Relight my fire” Robbie stopped him. “No, don’t play that, I’ve still got PTSD from it”. For anyone who didn’t know the story or hadn’t watched the Better Man movie, he talked about how he was supposed to be the lead in this song, but was then replaced by Gary Barlow. Thom just said, “It’s your chance to reclaim the song now, man”, so of course they did that one as well.
The backup dancers weren’t the only one who changed their outfits, Robbie did at least twice or even three times. At least for this one I did not notice the moment he slipped of stage to actually do that, which speaks for the well choreographed show all in all. I liked the pink.
He did “I Did It My Way” in this look and then after shedding the jacket had genuinely lovely moment with a fan in the front row. There is at least one clip of it out there, but I won’t link to it as I have no idea if that person actually wants to be memorized all over the internet. Hinting you in the right direction is only half bad, I tell myself.
Lots more of great songs till he ended with a sea of lights and of course his two biggest hits “Angels” and “Feel”. What a wonderful night. Thanks Robbie.
Here are a bunch more photos from the gig last week.
[The rest of my random thought on life and such, which I had typed up on the train, will have to wait for another time. I need to be awake in less than 7 hours to have a chance to reserve a slot to get into Notre Dame. At least that’s what the observation of the booking site these past few days made me hope for]
